Surf Argentina : Surf Camp & Hostel Miramar

Argentina's Underrated Waves Worth Venturing

Argentina may not come to mind as the first place to surf in South America. A Tango show in Buenos Aires, a steak dinner with some local wine, or a hike in Patagonia may be what you first envision. I went to Argentina for some of those reasons and more. As a passionate student of Argentinian Tango, I got to see the real heart and soul of where this dance took rise, but more so, I was surprised at the vibrancy of their surf culture. After spending a few days sight seeing in Buenos Aires, I took a three hour bus ride, unbeknownst to me, from the bustling bus station, down to the town of Mar De Plata. Not knowing where I'd be going or end up, my ride along the south towards the seaside was accompanied by a lovely Argentinian elderly couple who offered me snacks, Argentinian travel advice and whom proudly shared stories with me of their Italian ancestry. Between English, Spanish and Italian we managed to have full on profound conversations about the state of our world, and the beauty of their country. When I came to my stop, they bid me farewell, waving and blowing me kisses from the window. If there is anything I have learned from my travels in foreign places it's that warmth and a smile exceed all language barriers. As I arrived in Mar de Plata, I was greeted by legendary pro-surfer himself, Dany Gils Jr. His father, also an Argentinian surf legend, coined as the "father of surf" in Argentina, was just as much as an enigmatic character as my surf coach Dany. I knew little about the surf school and hostel I was going to. I put my faith in my ability to peruse online information and set off on my adventures in Argentina!


Upon arriving at the Surf Camp and Hostel Miramar, I was greeted by a lovely family who had been running the family owned business for a short while. They had a simple and picturesque property in a forest near the sea. In the evenings we had barbeque parties, sat around camp fires looking at the star lit skies, listening and dancing to music. During the day, when I wasn't surfing along the wide stretches of beaches, I'd sunbathe on the beach along with other local Argentinians enjoying their summer ( I was there in December to January) eating churros and of course, watching football matches on the beach. Those who came to the hostel were mainly local Argentinians from Buenos Aires or other parts of the country. We spent hours watching surfers at dawn or near dusk, exploring different surf spots along the coast, sampling some fish tacos and burgers along the way at restaurants sitting alongside the Atlantic. Enraptured most of all by the hospitality and affection of the Argentinian people, my trip would not have been the same had I not met all the extraordinarily beautiful people from the surf hostel and on my bus ride to get there.

If you're lucky enough to visit Argentina and brave enough to step into their murky ( but clean waters) , then be sure to venture off the beaten path to Surf Camp and Hostel Miramar. I promise it will be worth the ride.


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